My heart flutters, but then, it’s not quite there yet.

After a while, it is still not there yet.

I begin to wonder, what if it is never going to get there?

Day after another.

Different stories.

My heart breaks, over and over.

After a while, it is getting worse.

I begin to wonder, what if it is always going to be broken?

Whatever they say, she will always be the one who steal you away from someone.

Can’t you see that?